Debtors Corral Pt 02

A female enforcer in red came down the little aisle toward Andrea, still sitting in the Debtor's chair with her dress pulled up to her navel.

"Please vacate the Section in a timely manner," the woman kept her voice courteous. "There are showers to your right where you may wash up."

"Yes, ma'am," Andrea replied automatically, her brain still in that urgent obedience mode, her fear of the cost of petulance driving her to bow and scrape.

Obsequious,

Andrea thought,

that's the word for it. Humbly obedient and servile.

Her shoulders twitched and her stomach clenched, causing her body to double over where she slouched. The enforcer watched her carefully.

"I'm-" Andrea twitched again, "I'm sorry."

I don't need to act like that anymore,

Andrea realized,

and I'm about to start laughing.

"It's normal," the woman told her with an eye roll. "You were worried and now you're relieved. Please head to the showers before you distract everyone here."

The spanking around her continued unabated, but Andrea couldn't hear it any longer, all of it replaced by a background white noise erasing every other sound. Even the women around her, suffering their punishments at the hands of their Customers, entered her brain as a blur of pink flesh amidst a visual greyness.

Rising, because someone had told her to do so, Andrea stumbled down the aisle between the two neighbouring sections and found her way to the back door.

"That's the Debtors' Exit," a woman's voice echoed in her brain, speaking directly into her ear.

Oh, she has me by the elbow,

Andrea noticed.

How nice of her.

With a polite shove, Andrea found herself in a small room with two exits, marked "Debtors" and "Customers".

She took the door to the left and found herself at one end of a long, open-concept changing area. Along the centre of the room, women in various states of undress sat on a bench that ran almost the length of the room. One woman, naked and with her hair wrapped in a towel, fetched her clothing from a locker underneath the bench.

Nearest the door, three women sat with their heads in their hands, shaking slightly. A dozen or so low-walled shower cubicles lined the walls, curtainless and open to the room, each with an independent drain. Andrea noted that half of them appeared to be in use, listless women soaping and scrubbing their bodies.

One of them is still wearing her top,

Andrea noticed,

washing her crotch out with the extendable shower head. I should probably wash my butt out.

She could still feel the slimy lubricant from the tail butt plug, making her cheeks more slippery than they ought to be.

A dark-haired woman, nearest the door, looked up at Andrea, her eyes rimmed with tears as she stood up wearing nothing but her semen stained panties.

"I'm done," the woman said, and started laughing. "It's all gone!"

Andrea burst into laughter too and hugged the woman as they both shivered, ignoring the stains transferred to her dress.

My face smells like come anyway,

Andrea thought,

I'll be washing this dress if not burning it.

After a short while, they pulled away from each other and found the two other women from the bench, one completely naked and the other wearing only her bra, had joined their giggling mass.

"Oh, your face," the dark-haired woman sniffed and wrinkled her nose. "I'm Dahla, by the way."

"Yeah, I'm Andrea," Andrea said. "He got my face. You?"

"My pussy," Dahla sighed. "He got a little too turned on and at the last minute he tucked my underwear between my lips so he could blow all over them."

"He got my boobs," the dark-skinned woman in the bra said, looking down at her chest. "Jada, by the way."

"Like, on your bra?" the fourth woman asked, trying to suss out what had happened by looking over her opposite.

"No, inside it," Jada explained, pulling the material of the bra away from her chest, showing them the sticky semen stretching from flesh to cup.

"Oh," the fourth raised her eyebrows. "Mine spanked the hell out of me and then came on my face."

"Did anybody else do boob-slapping?" Dahla asked. "That

hurts

, but it paid off a lot of money."

"You've got the boobs for it," the fourth said. "I offered but no one took it. They wanted me for my butt and my face."

They turned to look at her in sympathy.

"Your butt?" Andrea began. "Um-"

"Megan," the fourth replied. "I did a lot of spankings and then he slapped my face with his cock for, like, ever, before he blew all over me."

"That was my thing, too," Andrea winced. "That and a tail thingie."

"You did the tail?" Dahla asked. "I didn't want to do any butt stuff."

Jada and Megan agreed on that part.

"I had a lot to pay off," Andrea said.

"Your boobs are big enough," Megan looked over at Dahla. "Like hers. Could have let him slap those."

"Or let him pinch your nipples and clamp them," Jada pointed down her bra. "My nipples are kinda stretched out right now."

Andrea shrugged and started to answer, but the door opened behind her and another woman gingerly walked in. Her eyes down, she walked past the four of them and went directly to the showers.

"She looks uncomfortable," Dahla said.

"She was next to me, I think," Andrea said, seeing the semen all over the woman's cheeks as she walked away. "She was using two dildos at once on herself."

Everyone winced at this.

I guess I'm with the Beginner Crowd here,

Andrea realised.

We all had small enough debts we didn't have to do anything like that.

"Didn't the tail hurt, though?" Dahla asked.

"I thought it would," Andrea said. "But it was really small. It just feels weird up there and now I have to figure out how to wash out the lube she used."

"Sorry? She?" Dahla asked.

"Oh, yeah," Andrea explained. "I was a 'birthday gift' for her husband. His wife bought my debt. She was doing the spanking and the paddling and everything. He just, you know, came on me at the end."

Three sets of eyes bugged out at this.

"A woman put a tail up your butt?" Jada asked.

"She had one, too," Andrea said with a shrug to demonstrate her own surprise. "I got to pull it out of her when we were done. I guess her husband's really into that."

"Okay," Jada's eyes went wide before she let out a sigh. "I think I've talked through this enough for now. I wanna wash off."

"This is weird," Dahla said. "So feel free to say 'no'. But you guys want to get a coffee after?"

"I

am

getting a little extra money," Andrea said with an eye roll. "I could afford a coffee."

It took a minute to walk down the long bench as each woman went to find her change of clothing.

No security,

Andrea noted,

I guess they assume we won't steal each other's stuff.

Far beyond any nervousness about her body, she stripped off her soiled dress, popped the clasp off her bra and dropped her clothes on the floor. The nearest spigot provided instant hot water in all the scalding temperatures she wanted right then.

Scrub my face, scrub my ass,

she thought,

oh, god, this slimy lube.

The Agency had laid out a variety of body washes, one of which they had helpfully labelled, "Breaks Down Lubricants".

Andrea grabbed this one, lathered up her hands, and cleaned her backside thoroughly as her highest priority.

Believe it or not, the face comes second.

After that, a good wash for her hair and face made her feel a lot better, almost like none of it had ever happened, until she got down to her crotch.

Half shaved, half furry,

she thought,

okay, I can't get rid of that memory until I get home.

She had shaved herself once for a boyfriend, just as a treat, and let it grow back. She'd have to do the same again, enduring the brief, itchy period that followed the shave.

Next to her, Jada hosed herself down, gently cleaning her own breasts.

"I wanna scrub them like crazy," she admitted to Andrea, "but that bastard really did a job on my nipples, so I can't. I wonder if he meant it that way."

"Maybe," Andrea admitted, honestly considering it.

That could be a thing,

she thought,

is it really exciting for him to watch his wife lick my face clean

after

he's already come? Probably not. But knowing she

planned

to do it afterwards probably made him come harder.

"That makes sense," Andrea said as she turned off her water. "I bet that's what she was whispering to her husband. Telling him how she meant to lick my face clean when he was done."

Jada nodded, decided she was clean too, and turned off her faucet.

They found towels to wrap their hair and quickly gathered with the other two women.

"She did

that

to you, too?" Dahla nodded at Andrea's crotch.

"The half-shave? Yeah," Andrea replied. "Compared to the red ass, though..."

"They give us all the shampoos and body washes," Dahla raised an eyebrow. "But not a razor."

"No one imagines

this

, I guess," Andrea said. "I'll have to fix it when I get home."

After drying herself off with the provided towels, Andrea slipped on a pair of soft, tight, white panties and felt a little better about the half shave.

That's going to feel weird, but I said I'd go for coffee.

Andrea didn't check her phone until the four of them reached the coffee shop.

First thing's first,

she thought,

I need to see my bank account. They said I still owed money for the spankings, but letting him come on me was worth

way

more than that. I should have...

Her mind baulked as it saw her account balance.

I haven't seen a positive balance in years, but this is crazy.

"Coffee's on me," she said suddenly.

"Huh?" Dahla asked. "Now, now, we've all had money trouble, I couldn't-"

Andrea had already turned her phone to Dahla.

"What is

that

about?" Dahla asked, immediately pulling out her own phone and reading her through her messages.

"Oh, I got a bit extra, too," she said. "Check your email receipt."

Andrea scrolled through her messages, found one from the Debtor's Recovery Agency, opened it and located the receipt.

"There it is," Andrea said. "Three hundred fifty credits for facial ejaculation. But, wait, that's still not enough to explain..."

Dahla and Andrea looked up at the same time from their reading.

"Abject Culpability Confession?" Andrea pronounced the strange phrase attached to the bonus.

"A

tip

?" Dahla exclaimed. "That means a tip. How... how fucking

pretentious!

"

"It was an extra hundred credits," Andrea said. "That's like, three months' rent."

"Mine was only twenty," Dahla rolled her eyes. "Did I not say 'please' and 'thank you' hard enough."

Dahla batted her eyelashes doe-like.

"Oh, please sir," she mewed. "Slap my titties and make them jiggle."

"Ahem," the male barista coughed at her, "This is a

Starbucks

, ma'am?"

Dahla blushed and looked at the man behind the counter.

"Sorry," she said.

"S'alright," he drawled. "We get women coming here out of the Agency all the time. Paid off some debts? Come out to celebrate?"

"Choco-Chai Latte," Dahla said, nodding towards Andrea, "she's paying, apparently."

"I am," Andrea nodded to the barista. "Columbian Dark and... Jada? Megan?"

"I'll try that dark," Jada said, distracted by her own phone.

"Earl Grey tea," Megan said. "Thanks."

Once they sat down, winces all around the table, Andrea leaned in.

"Okay, I take it this is the first time you guys have done this, too?" Andrea asked.

She received nods and a chorus of sighs.

"I wasn't expecting a tip," Andrea said.

"Me neither," Jada shrugged. "And, I mean, my nips are sore but I guess it's worth it to get all that debt paid off. I was in

trouble.

"

"But 'Abject Culpability Confession'?" Andrea asked.

"It's the law," Dahla explained with a note of surprise in her voice. She pointed at her phone before continuing, "They can't really give you a gratuity, right? So it's more like 'Oh, you were so good about admitting what a horrible person you are'. It's like when a judge reduces someone's sentence because they acted

really, really

sorry."

"Ugh," Megan said. "It was the talking part that was so annoying. 'Oh, please! Spank me again! Right there, sir! Oh, yes!'"

The three other women shivered at Megan's recital.

"God," Megan closed her eyes in disgust.

"At least you were

ready

for it," Andrea said. "I didn't even watch the part of the prep videos where they talked about facials and butt stuff. I had no idea what to say."

"Please, sir!" Megan started in falsetto.

"Ma'am," Andrea corrected.

"Please, ma'am," Megan tried again, tilting her head and making the same doe-eyed expression Dahla had used. "Stick that tail in my ass so I can wiggle for you!"

"Basically," Andrea closed her eyes as she felt her cheeks redden.

"It seems so degrading on the one hand," Jada frowned. "But there's

so

much money in it, it feels like

we're

taking

them

for a ride. I was over eight hundred credits in the hole this morning."

"Ha ha," Megan said.

"What?"

"In the hole."

Jada rolled her eyes, "Really?"

Megan shrugged and sipped her tea.

"It's like," Andrea frowned. "I never meant to do the tail thing, but my mind completely changed once I got in there and saw everyone else doing everything."

"You think that's on purpose?" Megan asked. "Putting us all in one room?"

"Probably," Jada nodded. "They can enforce the rules and meanwhile we get encouraged to act really slutty because everyone is doing it."

Andrea frowned.

"You meant something else, though, didn't you?" Dahla asked her.

"Yeah," Andrea said. "Having done it, I feel like I'd be better off if I could do the tail-in-the-butt stuff and only that part. That's a

lot

of money for a little discomfort."

"You can't," Dahla said. "There's a minimum amount of pain content."

"What?" Andrea asked. "They told me there was a max, but..."

"Yeah," Dahla said. "

That part

I already knew. It's in the Act. The focus is supposed to be about punishment, with the sexual part only there for humiliation. The men supposedly get lashes or dangerous labour details and we get either spanked, paddled or have our boobs slapped."

"Or nipples clamped," Jada pointed out.

"But you, uh," Dahla looked at Andrea. "You'd do the tail thing for money?"

"Now that I've had one up there," Andrea's eyes widened as she focused her gaze on their coffee and tea cups. "It wasn't such a big deal. But I wouldn't want all those spankings again. The woman spanking me, Deirdre was her name, she actually didn't do all the paddling at the end because she realised I couldn't take it. That's why they switched to, you know, my face."

"Sadly," Megan admitted, "I signed up for the facial from the beginning."

"Mm," Jada frowned.

"Hey, I was over nine hundred down," Megan protested.

"I ain't judging," Jada held up her hand defensively. "I jumped right on letting some guy come on my tits."

Jada frowned, looking down at her body.

"And then he wanted to come inside my bra and just sort of sit there after, watching me be sticky and cold," Jada twisted her lips. "Letting it, like,

congeal.

"

"Messy," Megan offered. "But at least it didn't hurt?"

"The pain was when I had to wash it off after the nipple clamps," Jada reminded her.

"Fewer spankings, though?" Megan tried to find a silver lining.

"Fewer spankings," Jada sighed.

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"Would you do it again, though?" Andrea blurted out suddenly.

The women exchanged glances.

"I mean," Megan said. "I'm going to try to get my money in order better, but it's hard to have any kind of life on the money I make. Once I've paid for rent and food... I just can't afford it if anything else comes up."

"And I can never seem to land a better job," Jada said.

Shaking heads all around.

"Or at least take on roommates?" Dahla asked. "Rent a place all together?"

"That's an idea," Andrea said. "But seriously, if you could do it again. It's a lot of money, right?"

"I've already been embarrassed once," Jada acknowledged, looking down. "I guess the second time will be easier?"

"It also

hurts,"

Dahla reminded her.

Groans of acknowledgement replied to this.

"And it will hurt for a while yet," Andrea wiggled in her seat. "And it would hurt the next time. But they paid an absurd amount of money."

"They made every other kind of prostitution illegal," Dahla said. "Those religious groups really came down hard when they got their people in government. It's freakish, but it's the only way these rich people can be sure to not get in trouble. They make us get blood tested and everything."

Andrea's phone buzzed with the urgent pattern and she quickly picked it up.

"What is it?" Dahla asked.

"It's a message from the Agency."

"What now? An even bigger tip?" Dahla sounded slightly envious.

"It's a message," Andrea peered closer. "Request for contact? What the-"

"They protect your identity," Dahla said. "That's in the Act, too. So if your Customer wants to contact you, they make a request and it comes like this. They won't get your contact information unless you okay it."

"Oh," Andrea looked down through the message. "It's from Deirdre."

"Uh-huh."

"This is a thing?" Andrea asked as she wrinkled her nose. "They want to 'Conduct Punishment Reinforcement' on me for a whole weekend... in their home."

"What," Jada said.

Andrea laid her phone on the table so the others could read the message.

"Still with the butt plug tail, I see," Jada noted.

"And they both want to spank you," Megan said. "How nice, they want to do it together and work on your 'tolerance'."

"And lots of messy semen," Dahla finished.

"Price to be negotiated," Andrea read back.

"That explains the generous tip," Dahla pointed out. "They want you back."

The four women sat in silence a little longer.

"Couldn't hurt to find out what they're offering?" Jada asked.

"Half an hour earned me almost a thousand credits," Andrea said. "This could be a lot more. A

lot

more."

"They are going to paddle you stupid, though," Megan pointed out. "And obviously he's going to come all over you."

"Yeah," Dahla said, looking at Andrea's phone. "I haven't heard of this, under the Act. I'd have to read up about it."

"I thought all of this was illegal now?" Andrea asked, confused herself. "The government came down hard on prostitution, right?"

"Oh, definitely," Dahla said. "That was the whole point. Stamp out all the 'sin'. Create ridiculous punishments for sex workers and clients and apply them even to rich male customers. But, somehow, this is allowed?"

The women sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks.

"What if we did it?" Jada asked. When the others looked at her in confusion, she added. "Got an apartment together, the four of us? You're all living alone, right?"

Nods came in reply.

"I'll find us an apartment, a small house, something," she said. "We can save a

lot

on rent and maybe

stay

out of debt, right?"

"Good luck," Dahla said. "I have the hardest time finding cheap places. Everyone I work with is living in a nice enough place, but I never seem to find anything like they do."

"It's gotta be worth trying, though, right?" Jada pleaded.

"Definitely," Megan agreed, wincing as she adjusted her seat. "I don't even want to sit down right now and I've got a night shift coming."

The women exchanged numbers immediately and Jada began a feverish search before she even left the cafe.